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extramortem) wrote2023-12-31 12:44 pm
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17 / male / interested in: men / 6♠
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Prior to arriving here, I was a new demon applying myself to learn everything I could about Hell and its rules as well as demons and the games that they play among one another. Prior to that, I was human—a student in school.
Anything else you want to know about me, you will have to ask me yourself.
Regardless of whether I’m here or in Hell, my goal is the same: I want to learn everything I can about this place and its people, and then I want to utilize the rules and rewards of the Game to best benefit myself. I want to discover what it means to become “powerful” in this place, and I plan on collecting cards and climbing ranks in order to do so—and on my own terms.
Determination and adaptability.
I’m interested in anything thrilling, frightening, or mysterious. Beyond that, I’m willing to try any number of new things, though I typically tend to focus on whatever is capturing my interest at the time. As for food, I would say that my sweet tooth is comparatively underdeveloped—I tend to prefer savory food, though I would be happy to share sweets with another.
What’s most important to me is that it’s someone who accepts me and loves me for everything that I am.
…Though, if he’s attractive, that would certainly be a bonus.
Wine
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
…Neither
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Bath
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Seriously? Neither. This is kind of childish…
.05 TITS OR ASS
Depends
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Either
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Both have their place, I think…
INTJ-T
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he isn’t content to stay here, though. he does want to play the game, not only for the comfort of more money and better rooms, and not even for the potential offer of a royal rank that might bend renown and influence about the place to his whims. no—what if he “won” the game, though? what would he do with a wish?
makoto is lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the answer to that very question, when footsteps sound outside in the hallway. this isn’t strange—the walls down here are basically cardboard, so he can hear everything up to two or three rooms away (to his severe chagrin). but the steps halt to herald a knock to his door, meaning that… it must be levy. he swings out of bed, padding over to the door to open it for him.
as soon as he sees the cool pose, he can’t entirely stifle a laugh. what is that supposed to be? ) You don’t need to try so hard, you know. I already think you’re cool. ( besides, do you really want to try that hard to impress a teenager? grinning, he opens the door for him and takes a step inside. )
Come in.
( the rooms for threes and fours are larger than those for twos, but only just barely. there’s room to walk around, but not much. the full bed (flawlessly made) takes up the lion’s share of the room. the space is generally clean (it hadn’t been when he arrived, but he’d tidied it up), but it’s kept spartan. he has a few outfits hanging in a compartment closet with a sliding door. there are a few books from the library on the bed-side table, face-down so it’s hard to tell what they’re about. makoto walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it, seeming a little awkward about having someone else in his room—but not necessarily uncomfortable. )
Sorry… I don’t really have room for a chair or anything. You can sit down wherever you like.
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[ Levy replies bright, happy to be thought of as cool. He spins around as he enters the bedroom. Does a little twirl yet again - even if he's told not to try that hard, he still can't stop himself from acting like a peacock that is on full display. It just is engrained in his personality at this point, even if he would deny that it was ever there in the first place.
Since he's told to sit anywhere, he looks about before shuffling over to flop down on the bed instead. Flop is the optimal word. The flawlessly made bed now has some wrinkles as he sprawls out on it. His legs hanging off the side, as he stares up at the ceiling. ]
This will do. [ And he rolls: ] Where's the mirror?
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(if makoto’s bedroom as a four is a shoebox, what does that make the twos’ bedrooms? matchboxes?)
he’s almost thrown from his perch at the edge of the bed when the older man flops down onto it instead. he gives a single, dry laugh, resituating himself. the bed is not particularly comfortable, but it’s not bad. “serviceable” is certainly the word makoto would use. ))
Not much room to stretch out downstairs, I hear.
( as he asks about the mirror, makoto pauses; then he turns and briefly leans over levy, fingertips probing the wall on the other side of the bed before he finds the catch for the compartment. most of the storage in his room are these spaces in the walls—there, the tiny closet, bed-side table. it opens, and he reaches inside to draw something out. first, he pulls it into his own lap, the mirrored face turned down. the mirror itself is plain, unremarkable—except for the suit of spades emblazoned on the back. )
Okay. Um… So, to the best of your ability, just try to tell me what it is you see in it? Maybe that will help me figure out what exactly it’s… showing.
( then he carefully extends the mirror to levy, so he can take it and take a look for himself. )
( ooc: description of the mirror’s effect is: “the mirror does not actually reflect back the viewer as they currently appear, instead reflecting what is hidden beneath the surface: expressions on the face looking back at the viewer will show their true nature, true feelings, or true desires.” )
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[ Which is his only response. Matchboxes sound right. He hears bugs scurrying sometimes. Ah, it reminds him of the hell that he was plunged into before he became a Sinner. Yet he doesn't laugh. Once was enough.
Ah, yes. He remembers laughing long and hard at his circumstances back then. But now, they're just unfortunate, random mishaps. He'll get out and live well. He'll reward those that help him and -- ah, he went over that before. No good, no good. His thoughts are getting into a loop.
Levy sits up and lightly smacks himself on the side of the head. Like hitting any machine to get it to work right. ]
Sure! I'm more than happy to help.
[ With the same hand that hit himself, he takes the mirror. His eyes widen as soon as he looks at the mirror. A twisted version of himself stares back; one that's smiling wide and eyes filled with hunger, with bloodlust, with excitement. His eyebrows lift as he chuckles to himself. ]
Wow, it's like a funhouse mirror. A really wiggy face it's giving me.
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If it’s ever too much to be down there… You could let me know. I could see what I can do.
( he doesn’t know how well levy would respond to such an offer—makoto knows that he doesn’t really like to offer anything without giving something else in return, despising either the feeling he owed someone or the sensation of charity. but it’s hard to think about extorting something from someone when you know full well that they aren’t in a position to have as much as you have, just based on their very ranks…
levy sits up, and makoto hands him the mirror. he watches him carefully, a little worriedly, searching his expression for clues.
he understand what levy means, he thinks. the person he sees in the mirror is… similar, in a way. twisted, but recognizable. ) Y-Yeah… Mine is, like—it looks like me, but I can tell it’s… not. ( he frowns; he looks troubled by it. ) It’s sort of like, someone else wearing my skin. Do you feel that way? I-I just… I was given this, so… I’m trying to figure out, why…